Arts

I was watching the old stallion out past the fence, the one whose coat has the matte finish of a chalkboard left out in the rain. He was down in the tall grass, the vet standing by with a clinical air and a needle full of a very permanent sleep.…

It is easy to imagine the brain as a grand, open-door museum, a place where any wandering idea can wipe its feet on the mat and walk right into the central gallery. But today I am thinking about the Blood-Brain Barrier— that quiet, unthanked clerk sitting at a small desk…

Brother, have you seen the Big Bull of the West? He stands on the anthill and bellows! He beats his chest like the gorilla in the forest. “This neighbour’s compound is my compound!” he screams. “This neighbour’s cattle are my cattle!” Look at his hands! Fat, soft hands that never…

There is a quiet confidence about Jemila Akinwale, the kind often found in people who are more accustomed to making things happen behind the camera than standing in front of it. Away from the spotlight, Akinwale has steadily built a career in Nigerian television production, taking on the demanding responsibility…